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"
Shut
up
,
"
it
shouted
,
though
only
faintly
it
percolated
to
me
.
"
Shut
up
.
You
make
me
tired
.
"
"
I
'm
dying
,
"
I
cried
out
.
"
Pound
your
ear
and
forget
it
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
But
I
am
dying
,
"
I
insisted
.
"
Then
why
worry
?
"
came
the
voice
.
"
You
'll
be
dead
pretty
quick
an
'
out
of
it
.
Go
ahead
and
croak
,
but
do
n't
make
so
much
noise
about
it
.
You
're
interruptin
'
my
beauty
sleep
.
"
So
angered
was
I
by
this
callous
indifference
that
I
recovered
self-control
and
was
guilty
of
no
more
than
smothered
groans
.
This
endured
an
endless
time
--
possibly
ten
minutes
;
and
then
a
tingling
numbness
set
up
in
all
my
body
.
It
was
like
pins
and
needles
,
and
for
as
long
as
it
hurt
like
pins
and
needles
I
kept
my
head
.
But
when
the
prickling
of
the
multitudinous
darts
ceased
to
hurt
and
only
the
numbness
remained
and
continued
verging
into
greater
numbness
I
once
more
grew
frightened
.
"
How
am
I
goin
'
to
get
a
wink
of
sleep
?
"
my
neighbour
,
complained
.
"
I
ai
n't
any
more
happy
than
you
.
My
jacket
's
just
as
tight
as
yourn
,
an
'
I
want
to
sleep
an
'
forget
it
.
"
"
How
long
have
you
been
in
?
"
I
asked
,
thinking
him
a
new-comer
compared
to
the
centuries
I
had
already
suffered
.
"
Since
day
before
yesterday
,
"
was
his
answer
.
